poem by Tasha Klein. collage by Eugenia Loli

what if you could post whole centuries
of lost

or
go on vacation

underwater


quietly pound ing
love
knuckle less

dying to be

so you kiss my neck

and open

the hysteria

of :

sure

the glass floats

full

of dumb

kittens

just felt my brain

unfold

like a noise

&

any day now

a raft

as i fall

in one direction

a complete
silk batik

silly beatnik

and begin to replay the sky’s direction
in order to stand
imma have to think in iris
so that this day doesn’t
trick me
into the little
hut
so heavenly close to
the cat and your easel and the blue
start their
slow shiftiness
a scarf
of tides
around my head
and
the dead
in nothing
very
frightening

i become fruit
with feeling

the room
surrounded
by palm trees
you kiss my eyes with nothing

but

sunlit-
sonatas

of petals

a raft of floors

i have to sweep

what’s up with that crab

black plox

you say

just look at the pregnant
yard rats

cute

it’s been years since we published
in-wine
on-line
couch chaps

we weren’t close then
except in the middle
before the daily crash